Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2013 12:56:59 -0600
From: Triple J <charmedgemini7@gmail.com>
Subject: The Hide Part two

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This story will involve, transformations,domination, humiliation,ass play and
other...topics. Enjoy!

       The Hide ( Part two):

(Sorry for the extremely long delay in this second chapter, personal things
and professional hardships took me away from the community for a while,
however I am back and ready to start altering people again. As I stated
before most of the chapters will be stand alone with minuscule references
to other chapters. This chapter being the exception as it is the closing to
the beginning unveiling.)  This story will involve, transformations,
urination mentions, ass play and other...topics. Enjoy!

	The bubbles rush to the top as each lick seems to agitate the now
liquid frat president, whose self is filling the water bowl. The large open
space is filed with the loud slurps and licks of the two quasi dogs, and
the bubbling liquid voice of the once frat pres.
	" Heh heh heh...seems like ours pets like the taste as much as you
did matt, well I guess now you would classified as a pet to, all of you
that is.  So let's say we get started shall we. Now who goes first...."
Master Butch chuckles with a thoughtful look on his face as the smaller
bears work quickly removing the many piercings from his body. "Well, seeing
as how you helped gather them here Matt I might as well let you get off
while watching your 'brothers' meet their permanent new fate and for
them...prison. "
	Pacing back and forth in front of the row of bound and gagged
fraternity men we can all hear Master Butch muttering to himself, figuring
out which to take first. Stopping in front of Scott a small evil smile
forms on his handsome yet hard looking face. Heading back to the twins, he
bends down over the short bears and whispers into their ears, they both
smile, at the same time and grab out a large gun like instrument, and load
up tubes which run up and into the ceiling.
	"Well Scott seems your up first, I figure that since a nipple
piercing is the first step to a true man's man, you should be given the
honor of first." Master Butch growls.
	"Stay away from me you fucking faggot freak, when I get my hands on
you I am going to kill your ass and the rest of your mother-fucking dick
suckers too!!" Scott screams, vehemently.  Spit splatters on the table
around him.  The amused look faded slightly as Scott ranted at Butch, all
the other frat boys could see a dark shadow come over his face. Then as if
nothing had happened butch got a smile on his face, talking with a
....cheerful expression.
	"We'll just have to see about that now wont we. Let's see if we can
accommodate your hands on me...shall we?" Master Butch replies. The sound
of heavy machinery creaks overhead, along with a loud crinkle.  From
somewhere above, a large beam lowers down with what looks to be an enormous
man sized zip lock bag, only seemingly shifting all colors on the outside.
	"This being my first time trying this specific....entertainment
transformation...I guess we should just start with a basic bland test."
Looking back over towards Rocky, he nods and Matt watches as the upright
table that Scott is on starts sliding up, moving across the room until it
is right over the bag, hanging slightly to the right of the dwarf bears.
Dan tears his eyes away from Scott, as he yells and curses not only Master
Butch but Matt as well, blaming you for everything...looking around any
place but on him.  Matt's eyes fall on pup and Sean, panting while their
doggie dicks hang only the ground rising and falling with the heavy heart
beats. As his screams reach a new level, you see the dogs dicks jump in
excitement...Butch notices Matt's look an looks over his shoulder at the
two dog men hybrids, chuckles under his breath before, "It's ok boys, go
ahead, feel free to have some fun...but if ya get into any trouble...well,
you might have to join your chew toys during a visit to bulldogs kennel for
a few months!"
	They pant happily but shiver in fear and anticipation of being
reduced to a soft rubbery chew toy held in the jaws of a massive bull dog
or worse! Their first act is to wrestle around finally finding a perfect
position to shove their quasi-muzzles as far in his brother's ass as it can
go.  Mat can almost hear the slurping and growling over the sound of
Scott's annoying screams. Wait...annoying where the fuck did that come
from, he is my frat bro I should be worried about what is going to happen,
but all the same he is acting like an obnoxious bitch, obviously not man
enough to even have some dignity. Matt comes to the conclusion like an
epiphany, turning his head back towards Scott and smirking, his cock rising
and drooling at the excitement of how Mater will put him in his place!
	The table lowers just enough so that from the knees down, he is in
the opening of the bag...we hear a loud CLICK! As his restraints open,
allowing him to slide right off into the bag. He crumbles to his knees from
the unexpected fall, slipping around as he tries to stand up on the slick
plastic like surface, with the added difficulty of the sweat that he built
up in fear and heat! He starts trying to jump up and grab the top of the
bag and pull himself out, the top being only three feet above him, but with
every failed attempt and landing, he falls once again on his ass. The room
is filled with laughter from everyone amused at the uncoordinated
jock...even some of the frats bros smile and chuckle a bit till they catch
and stops themselves, It did not go unnoticed by Matt or Master Butch.
	"Now we can start, ok rocky, let's add the final ingredient...."
Butch says with eagerness as rocky heads over to the bag and puts a large
hose on top securing it in a small attachment. Master Butch heads over to
Xander, rubbing his hand over the Xander's glass container that was once
Xander's skin and gives the nut-sack a large TWIST! No one had noticed that
rocky and already attached the other end of the hose to the liquid
presidents dick....the room is filled with the moans and burbling screams
as the feeling of massive orgasm, and painful extraction fills his
senses. Turning to look at Scott, the hose starts burbling out the
liq...well Xander. Scott sputters and spits as he gets a mouth full of his
president's ...body, and a smell fills the room with unwashed male body
parts, sweat, and other rancid body excretions.
	Butch raises his voice so Scott can hear him over the torrent of
fluid raining down on him, "He has been in that glass body of his for 3
weeks now, even liquid people get ripe!" He says with a loud chuckle,
eliciting the same from his men and Matt as well. Watching both Xander and
Scott, it seems that only a small amount of Xander has flowed out as he
seems to be only slightly down.  Then Matt realizes it must be wider behind
the front body

	As the bag fills up it begins to sag down with the weight of Scott
and Xander, the machinery jumps to life and grinds away, raising the bag
up, now suspended 3 feet off the ground. It forces Scott to either grasp
and hang on in a standing position, or sit down, with Xander almost
covering the top of his head. As the bag fills almost to the top, Scott
begins thrashing about, while the brothers and even Matt are worried he
might drown, loud complaints and threats and pleads for mercy echo in the
large open space.  When it seems to be all over, his body finally inhales,
pulling Xander into his lungs...only to find that he can breathe in some
weird way. He tries talking and blowing out but since there is no air in
his lungs there are no air bubbles, but the faint sound of his voice can be
heard throughout the room. While Scott is testing out his new breathing and
finally realizing he is tasting and ... smelling pure ripe Xander and as
the realization hit him his facial features showed it in spades. So focused
on trying and failing to find some way to keep the taste and smell out, he
never noticed a heated press moving down over the top of the "bag." The bag
opening is pulled taught, and a hiss is heard as the bag is sealed air
tight at the top.  A small bit of Xander is pumped in to fill in the
wrinkled airless areas, until the bag is full to bursting. Only when the
hiss is heard does Scott finally look up, but too late as he tied to
float/swim to the top and exit.
	The brothers a staring wide eyed, but look away hearing the deep
chuckle rumbling out of Master Butch's thick chest. A bit of shuffling and
cleaning can be heard at the twin dwarf table as they seem to be clearing
it off and moving it right next to the reclining table nearby, almost
directly under Scott. Once they seem to have stopped, as they finished,
they turn around and give a nod to Butch, who with a smirk, hauls out his
massive 12 in, and thick as a beer can cock already hard and dripping.
Butch walks over to the desk and proceeds to jerk it. The large foreskin
rubbing up and down, the strong scent of pure male musk permeates the
entire room, you can hear his men snorting and sniffing as much as they
can, even the frat bros start after a min or to, their eyes glazing over
and their cock hard and dripping. Scott in the bag, however, looks confused
and scared, as no one seems to be paying any attention to him besides
Master Butch who seems to be ginning more and more as his breath speeds
up. The faster he jacks the more the scent flows, thick and thicker, until
after a good 6 minutes of powerful exquisite masturbating, Master Butch
triggers his own orgasm, which he shoots into what looks to be a large
collection bowl. After 14 ropes of white thick bum fills the bowl, Butch
wipes the head on the bowls rim, and drops his still half hard cock, not
really looking over, snaps his fingers and pup and Sean cum forth and clean
the cock and any exposed pieces of flesh they can see.
	Tearing their eyes away from the slobbering ecstatic mutts, the
brothers suddenly jump as the sound of suction fills the room, the bowl of
cum seems to be emptying being sucked out of the container to
somewhere. Following the tube with their eyes, they see it merge into the
tube carrying Xander's essence into Scott's ...bag. Since he cannot see
that side of the room, he watches in worrisome fear at what his frat bros
are looking at, back at him, then back at the tube that poured Xander all
over him. His eyes widen as he sees a tube joining into the liquid tube
already attached to his bag.  The clear tube begins filling with thick
white pulses of Master Butch's cum. Slowly it moves closer, Scott tries to
float up and manages to try and block the pipe entrance...pressing his hand
as hard as he could to block this newest liquid terror. The cum hits his
hand...and surprised at the pressure, slowly oozes out around his hand,
causing his hand to slip...making him be blasted in his face, into his open
mouth and nose with a huge does of Butch's cum, he tries to spit it out,
anything he can to get it away, only to look around and see it slowly
mixing with the frat brothers liquid body. As stares in disbelief and
horror, he sees a tiny bit of bubbles wherever the chunks of cum are
floating, followed by the smaller pieces and larger ropes still oozing out
of the pipe.  He looks at one clump as close as he can and watch as the
clump and fluid seem to merge and thicken...and floating towards him!
	Looking around in a panic he watches as clump after clump and rope
after rope of cum liquid mixture slowly oozes its way towards himself, Scot
tries to push them away, creating a current with his waving hands, but the
concoction is now thicker than the existing fluid. Closing in on him, each
clump attaches itself to his skin, spreads out a bit, covering an area
equivalent to the clumps size. As it contacts his skin, the bubble reaction
begins a new, only combining itself with Scott himself! He tries to wipe it
off, but his actions seem a bit slowed in the now thicker fluid. With the
thickening of the liquid with the cum, it combines together, the bag
loosening a little bit, now having a good amount of space. The more that
attaches the more he tries a little less, his "screams" lessen as his cock
grows red and rock hard.  Anyone looking at him can see the look of extreme
ecstasy he is experiencing. The others watch with confusion as he starts
pulling the globs to him spreading it out all over his body, helping it to
cover him, till all that is left uncovered is his head. He pauses for a
second, looking out at us a look of fear and ecstasy on his face, like he
is trying to fight the feelings and stop before it is to late...his hands
move on their own, scooping up the last larger glob of the cum, and as his
resistance fades away, he slams it into his face, rubbing it as fast as he
can, his moans are so loud they can now be heard by everyone in the area.
	With all eyes on Scotts body, Matt looks around to see Master Butch
has started unbuckling the leather straps, and letting the leather fall to
the floor. It seems to try to get back on him, only to start balling its
self-up, oozing and melting, into a large round solid leather and metal
ball. Which soon reforms into a 2ft living leather police officer, and
tries to run as soon as he sees what is happening, his steps cause little
squeaks on the floor catching pups attention...with a nudge at Sean, they
both tear off after it, it barely makes it 4ft before the dogmen pounce on
it. They both take an end, and start gnawing and tugging...the creaking and
leather sounds remind Matt of a police officer he use to see cruising the
area a few years back. He shakes his head and turns back to Scott.  In a
Conversation mentally between pup and Sean Pup: "This cop tastes so good,
don't it? Watching it squirm and run in fear as you, a fellow officer
repeatedly "plays and tortures" himself and the rest of the undercover
unit."  Pup looks at Sean with a perplexed expression, before going back to
his enjoyment gnawing on the living leather officer. Sean realizes what he
just said, and flinches hoping his thoughts weren't picked up by His
Master's powerful mind. Trying not to look guilty, he renews his efforts,
and pulls his human bartender self-down as he lets his wilder dogman side
take control.
	Master Butch walks over and lays his massive nude body on the chair
next to the dwarf bears, looking over the papers one last time. All eyes
shoot to Scott as the screams reach a new pitch, almost as loud as a normal
yell. His hands are seemingly yanking his cock, and thrusting his groin
into his hand, faster and harder. Even in the much thicker liquid the
currents and waves are still noticeable, yet much slower. As the screams
hit a new pitch, a loud *GASP* gasp is heard, as sound like waves move from
his mouth, as with everyone watching, his bubble cum/Xander coated cock,
starts spewing forth, rope after rope of his own thick white cum. His
orgasm continues, 20sec/30sec/ a minute .Watching with fascination the
brothers see something that makes their dicks shrink and start shaking in
unbridles fear! With each thrust and glob of cum, more and more of his body
seems to break apart, chunks of his arms, chest, feet, legs...all seemingly
shooting out of his dick. His body becomes smaller as it is drawn in, until
all that seems left, is Scott's head above his cock and balls...which still
have not stopped orgasming. Finally opening his eyes, he sees what is
becoming of him.  With a scream, he feels his mind pulled out of his head
and shot into the thick milky fluid, followed by his head, till all that's
left is a white bubbly penis floating around, slightly whiter than the
liquid it floats in until with one final spasm it to breaks apart, becoming
nothing but a part of the liquid. A liquid that is part Scott, part Xander,
and Master Butch.
	The room is silent, save for the sound of the undulating mixture
filled bag as it jolts and wiggles this way and that.  The brothers stare
in a state of abject horror, having just watched their friend and brother
dissolved before their very eyes. All of them that is except for Matt, who,
while Scott's brain was being shot away, had the biggest orgasm of his
adult life. One by one the fraternity men scream, threaten, and beg, and
plead, to be let go, to bring Scott back, or at least kill Matt.
	Master Butch lays on the table non-plussed, nodding his head to
rocky, who moves over to the bag and starts shaking and squeezing it,
seemingly mixing it all together. At the same time, Matt see's one of the
dwarf bears, connect the two gun like devices back tubing into a double
tube that has been hanging down loosely.
	The sound of a small air compressor like device fills the area, as
the rest of the brothers focus on the dwarfs next to butch, shaving a
portion of his massive chest ,while Butch hold a paper with what seems to
be a drawing of a man on it. He puts the drawing down and looks up making
sure the tubes are properly attached and sealed, also checking the mixture
in the bag, Inside the bag, the liquid has thicken and condensed to the
point that the bag only seems to be filled at the very bottom 1/3, though
the thick viscous molasses like substance still moves and bubbles, the
sound of moans and screams barely heard sometimes.
	"Okay men, let's get to it, enough of the show, let's get him
done." The dwarfs each take a side of his chest, and start what finally
devised, tattooing! The left bear starting his side on the center side of
Butch's massive left pec, while the right bear takes the side nearest the
arm pit.. All watch as slowly but surely, the fluid is forced down the
tubes, into and then out of the tattoo guns, forced under Master Butches
skin. The brothers was wide eyed as they see a portrait of their now dead
friend forming on his chest. Far faster than a normal tattooing session,
it's almost done in around 24 minutes. From the top of his pec, down to the
second abdominal muscle from the top, centered on the left side of his
chest, is a perfect replica of Scott, save the last few details of the
face. As they all watch, the dwarfs finally and in the eyes nose and
complete the mouth, completing the portrait fully. They step back, and
using a towel, wipe off any of the minuscule drops of ink-filled sweat and
nod towards Butch that he can get up now.
	With a hearty stretch, where the image of Scott is stretched along
his chest, Butches left nipple having been tattooed as his mouth. "What so
boys what do ya think, I think my boys did a excellent job catching
the.....essence" here butch and the others in his posse give a low chuckle,
even pup and Sean 'Why so shocked boys, I told you it was something quite
strange, though I guess I could have given you some warning, but Scott here
was a very good Guinea pig..." Looking down at his new tattoo, he takes him
thumb and pointer finger and saying " Well Scott do ya like your new Home?"
He flicks his nipple, aka Scotts face, like a slap to the face. To the
shock of all of the fraternity brothers, the tattooed image of their
friend, jerk to life, moving, around under the skin, trying to figure out
where and what he is...his words never heard...but with a smirk, a mental
aura allows Scotts vocal cry outs to be heard.
	"Would ya like to see what you are now Scott?" Scott still cannot
figure out why he is looking up to what appears to be a massive version of
Butches face, or the fact that he seems to be covered in reeking sweat, and
hair all over his body. Butch takes a few steps to the side as rocky pulls
a full length mirror over to his nude painted boss, and turning it around
quickly, Scott finally sees his new fate!. There on Butch's skin is
himself, drawn like someone's tattoo, nothing more than particles of ink
below his skin, now understanding the taste and smell covering him.  Scott
stares wide eyed at the mirror, before what seems to be a panic attack over
takes him, his tattoo ink body seems to convulse...in fear and panic. But
Butch takes his massive hand and strokes gently down the tattooed image of
his newest pet. Amazingly Scott almost immediately calms down.
	Addressing him mentally, "Well Scott, how do ya like your new life,
from now till I die or get bored with you, you are nothing but a living
breathing body decoration for me to show off, and use for my pleasure, just
like my others.." some of the nearby tribal tats move under his skin,
wrapping themselves around Scott, forming constricting leather hardness and
boots. Butch pinches the flesh where Scotts head is, and with slow
movements drag Scott up his body, Scotts entire body is slid up, so that
his upper chest is now covering Butch's left nipple. His head and neck
covers Butch's pec and start of the lower neck.
	"Now Scott what was it that you seemed to enjoy before..." Butch
asks as he thumps and caresses his own nipple, the image of Scott gasps and
jolts, screaming at the immense pleasure and pain of having his entire
chest feeling like the feeling his nipple once felt while being abused,
only not it is magnified taking up his entire chest. His mental voice grows
louder with each scream, until with a satisfied sigh, butch removes his
hand from his own nipple.
	"This is your fate my fraternity pets, each and every one of you
will soon adorn my body in different places, though not permanent in any
one location..." Butch closes his eyes with a smirk, and Scott can feel his
body "walking" up Butches sweaty under skin, towards his arm. Butch lifts
his arm up, exposing the hot wet musky hairy depth of his hot arm
pit. Scott's body, of its own accord, kneels down and without his control
lays "face" down in the center of the arm pit. Gags and sniffs and snorts
can be heard as Scott's entire senses are overloaded with that one area
feeling and smell. Butch shivers at the feeling before lowering his arm,
there by sealing Scotts head and upper chest in his now enclosed arm pit,
looking like a body laying down with its face dug under an arm pit. With
eyes on him, everyone sees Butchs smile as he takes a moment to revel in
the ministrations of his now living armpit licker, feeling the tongue
cleaning rapidly with no stop in sight, just the thought cause a jets of
pre to shoot from his cock , part of which lands on Zach's foot. He cringes
and tried to wiggle his foot just enough to wipe it off...though not nearly
successful
	After a couple of minutes Master Butch opens his eyes and looks at
the triplets with a sly smile and a gleam in his eyes." Well now boys, I
think its time we had some fun with you...." The two frat twins start going
off, screaming loudly begging for mercy and threatening all at the same
time. The oldest triplet however isn't saying a word, just looking at his
brothers, a look of fear yet acceptance on his face.  Gazing at the older
brother Butch walks over, and tries to talk to the older brother, but with
the other two screaming obscenities, and threats to let them go, both butch
and the brother realize they are talking about each other, no mention about
their older sibling.